I am not currently as optimistic as any of you.
Since I am STILL a Republican who hoped my long time party might revert to sanity, I was disappointed by how stubbornly my friends and family were sticking to T-Rump. So I went into Election Day ready for sweeping good news, prepared for a tight battle, and expecting something in between. I really expected a Biden win and gains in both houses and the suspense was how Biden was going to win.
Since I am out west, disappointment was evident early in the evening. Started drinking shortly after dark and went to bed quite early expecting the worst. Woke up to a continuing battle of attrition (which I expected) but it was hard to see good news for Biden with those numbers. So Election Day Two the sequel was massively distracting but not enjoyable. I also had many chores I had been neglecting that I had to address - - - so tuned back in that evening when things turned into a horror movie.
I gave coverage way too much attention and dozed off not knowing what the monster was going to do next. Thursday I woke up to find that inside the movie we had not decided to split up and search the attic and basement – but neither had we made contacts with anyone outside the manner house who might rescue us. Why are we out here alone, so isolated and vulnerable? I tried to do more catching up on life, but ended up creeping back to check results far too often. Things started to look better, daylight, fewer dead bodies, plenty of scary noises from the monster (who by-the-way had barricaded himself inside the White House behind an unscaleable fence), but we were responding better than most casts in most movies.
Then it got quiet, too quiet. Counting stopped, legal threats hurled, growling from the monster!! Is he over there? Way over there? Is he . . .right behind us?!? I was determined to stay cool and not panic. How many days has it been? Have we entered a Purgatory like place where time and space no longer exist? Do you hear those footsteps?? Where are they coming from? We have to be proactive, we have to do something! Let’s stay together and let’s go thi…… DID YOU HEAR THAT? Where did it come from? I said: “Where did that sound come from?”
Since then, I keep hearing approaching vehicles that might be the authorities coming to help us – and then the sound fades into the distance. I tune into coverage and the monster growls behind me. I am so tired and I keep thinking if I can just get through this marsh I will be safe. I can see the end but I am so weary . . . and here comes the monster again. Is that a road?? Let’s make our way to the road! We see a path toward the road and Arizona dumps 70,000 votes and the Biden lead drops by Seven-Thousand.
I hear Pennsylvania results are growing, but the lead in AZ fades. So tired, so weary, just want to stop running – let’s just rest and catch our breath. SHIT!! HOW did he catch us again? How damn many lawsuits have been filed? Are the monster’s handpicked justices hearing these legal arguments? Where is he now? I haven’t heard him for a while, was anyone watching where he went???
So I feel like we have shot trump, burned him, stuck an axe in his head, run him over with a vehicle, and he still keeps coming. We all run as fast and as far as we can and he just lumbers after us and keeps making up ground. Will daylight ever break? Will we still be alive when it does? Is Trump going to cook us into a stew or a chili before this is over?
That’s what this feels like to me as time stretches out during this election and there is only one sane, logical answer. But we can never seem to obtain it, to reach safety.